Everything is just right but then someone tells me (or I notice) a small imperfection and my eye’s can’t move away from it. Yet who am I to judge small imperfections can be seen all around me and my works. It isn’t if I’m trying to notice them they just beat on me as if that drop of water from the sink was all around me. It could be the greatest movie but once I observed that stain nothing else can draw me away. Yet if that imperfection could turn out to be the truth behind the work then “art” could truly be created. Stay tuned….